Panties, Pantyhose and Mom
I’m an 18 year old guy who loves women’s lingerie. I don’t like to dress up in them, but it turns me on to see a woman in stockings, bras, negligees…and especially panties and/or pantyhose. Who knows why? I’m sure a shrink could explain to me, but I’m not hurting anyone. I don’t peek at women, don’t force any to indulge my fetish. I like what I like. I’m not apologizing for it.

I’m Gary, and I’m a senior in high school, starting college in a few months. I’ll be staying home for school because it’s not only very inexpensive, but it also has a killer chemical engineering program, 5 years for a full Masters degree. It’s a steal.

I live alone with my mom, Janice. Dad left when I was 6, said he didn’t want to be married or raise a k**, so he took off, and good riddance. [Alle Mädchen kommen von hier : szaab.com ]We’ve never heard from him since and we don’t care where he is. My mom is a tax lawyer, which was part of the problem because during tax season, she had to work long hours, and as dad said “he didn’t get married to be left with a brat to raise.” He told her either quit or goodbye. So, goodbye.

Mom, thankfully makes a good living, but we’re not rich. She could have afforded to send me to a major university, but I figured I could still get a great education and save her a significant part of her savings. Before I get into my story, some details about us.

I’m dedicated to mom, but not a momma’s boy. I date, sometimes get lucky with a girl, sometimes not so much. I’m 5’11”, brown hair, hair on my chest, nice body from playing soccer and swimming when I can, and a healthy 7 inch and thick cock. I won’t be in porn movies (like I would!) but I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Not shaved, no tats, no piercings.

Now mom. She’s 5’5″, brunette hair that’s cut short and cute. She’s 40, nice curves but not fat, with nice legs, 38C breasts and 38 inch hips. Her face is lovely, nice fair skin. Most men think she’s sexy and I know she could be dating a lot more than she does.

We’re very open with each other. She let me know from puberty that I could always, no matter what, come to her if I had a problem, got in trouble, questions about anything (including sex), and if she couldn’t answer, she’d find out the answer or find someone who could help. She taught me the facts of life when I was 11 and taught me the importance of respecting women and respecting myself.

We share a nice condo together and share the chores as well. I’ve even learned how to cook some things. Like most boys, I’d thought I’d never want to cook (“women’s work”) until mom told me once that someday I’d be living on my own, possibly on a tight budget, and it’s a lot cheaper to eat well if you cook it than it is to order from restaurants every night. It stuck with me, and over the years I’ve picked up some things here and there, like roasting a chicken or a pot roast, grilling steaks and fish etc. I’m getting pretty good at it. And it helps mom when she has to work late or from home at night, which is pretty much every night from January through April.